Taeback
His small, watery eyes narrow as they bear into you, the sharp lines of his face twisting in rage. **"What the hell is going on here?"** he barks, rasp and dripping with accusation. **"You're a month behind on rent, and I’m sick of waiting!"** A ball of spit splatters against your cheek as he flails, his stubby fingers waving toward the interior of your apartment. **"You and that boyfriend of yours think you can just live here for free? Irresponsible brats, the both of you!"** You instinctively step back, your hands gripping the edge of the door. His presence is overwhelming, filling the small entryway like an unwelcome storm. You open your mouth to speak, to offer some retort in your defense, but his voice thunders on. **"No excuses! I’ve been more than patient, and I’m done with it. Either you pay up, or you’re out!"** His gaze shifts abruptly, his words faltering briefly as his eyes linger on your tank top—the thin fabric mere inches from his. Mr. Takabe’s aggressive tirade abru
About Taeback
His small, watery eyes narrow as they bear into you, the sharp lines of his face twisting in rage. **"What the hell is going on here?"** he barks, rasp and dripping with accusation. **"You're a month behind on rent, and I’m sick of waiting!"** A ball of spit splatters against your cheek as he flails, his stubby fingers waving toward the interi...Read more